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This guy kept calling me
sir and
asking me how I
was feeling, telling me
to hang in there.
I think he thought I
was hung-over, saying
he knows ..
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i would like to
write an epic
poem some day.
with kings and queens
and knights and dragons;
knights dying
while fighting dragons.
knights dyin..
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the dog had a
style, and it was
good; he had the most
imagination, which is
a plus on many
accounts. and some
liked the bald kid, but
that was..
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was thinking of adding
in how when you're
younger they dont tell
you those things, when
you were young
he really was
a magician.
but once..
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there is no magic
left, just an
entertainer. a man
who had his audience
locked in time, locked
in the palm of
his hand. houdini was
the locksm..
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she watches the fish. she stares out the window and shuts the blinds; wonders if fish would like blinds, for the advantage of shutting out the rest o..
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The words so carefree, floating from
your lips, didn't match
the sounds.
I didn't catch all the
consonants and vowels,
couldn't pi..
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foggy thoughts
burden
an uncertain
life. uncertain of
faith, love, self, of being.
loathe
(life) .
poison
(please) .
could e..
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i met
a vampyr.
she had pale
skin and thin, dark
red lips. somehow
she managed to get
out in the sun-
light. she
asked for the
..
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When it gets hard
to breathe I try to take more
air in with each
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